Poem: Quarantine Lullaby


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Image description: a picture of a bird perched on telephone lines, with a grey sky behind it.

Quarantine Lullaby

By Molly Scales



The Humans have all gone quiet,

Sings the starling startled from its tree.

They’ve arranged a hibernation of their own,

Agree new-formed critters, barely beginning to be.



The roiling roads stop their churning.

The city sky ceases burning.



The Box People tuck themselves

Into Box Houses.

Ill-natured;

Some might even say

Fractious.



They wait in a hopeless hope

That the calm –



This intolerable calm-



Will not last.



I am so used to the world’s turning;

I find it an eerie apparition now

Without the lullaby of its howling.